Born Spring 2010, went to the rainbow bridge summer 2011
Jazzy, you will be very missed, by both me and my dad. You begging us for more Jazzy Snacks, waiting for a warm bowl of milk, or trying to con us into feeding you again (which you typically succeeded at). Or your antics when you were a kitten, and I had you in a cage in our garage to get you fixed, and you escaped and we searched every where for you. You showed up in your own dear time of course!
Jazzy was one of the cats at the calf barn, where I work. She was hit on the road last night - one of the risks of being an outdoor cat. I am glad she had a very good night last night though, before she went to the rainbow bridge. All of the cats got a huge meal of canned food (twice as much food as normal), then she came and had some milk, begged (and succeeded) to get me to give her more of her Jazzy Snacks (aka treats). Then, when we were leaving, she gave a look - a very smug look. It is probably the best look she ever gave me - and she loved to give me differant looks of disguist towards my existance - she loved my dad, but only loved me if food was involved
Jazzy's the sister to: The Good Sister, the Not So Good Sister, LaMoose, LaMoose's brother, the Uncle, The Good Uncle, Morey, Mitch, and four other siblings whose names are unknown to me, because they were adopted. Her mother (Jezebel), obviously, managed to elude the trap several time, before I finally captured her.